Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#8 New Things

Lift the spoon close to the mouth, “Aaaa..mmm!” soft chicken porridge taste.

“Ye! Run out! Great miss!” the maid's aunt clapped her cheering hands.

I'm so flattered—but does aunt have to be like that every time I finish eating? Aunty, auntie knows that I like to eat alone. It is not new anymore even though the results are still aprons everywhere.

The small glass controlled my hand to grab it. I slowly brought the little puddle of water closer to the end of my lips. Yep. I can also drink directly from the glass with my own efforts.

Sometimes I think, is this a genius for an eleven-month-old baby? When I was Sekar, my neighbor had an eleven-month-old baby too. He still can't use his own spoon.

Yeah, you can't deny that this has something to do with an extraordinarily intelligent papa. He taught me to eat alone two months ago. I couldn't do it right away, but now I'm used to it.

“Here, aunty bring her glass.” The aunt took the empty glass that I had kept out of my mouth.

A hand with a dark green handkerchief wiped my mouth that was always a straw. The long hand I recognized immediately. Rizki looks so soft not letting a single stain slip through my face.

Her eyes looked at my clean face. His seat on the other side of the dining table beside me made him have to tilt his head to comfortably look at me. There was no smile there, but the warmth felt very real.

God really keeps your balance ya~ Handsome face and cleverness that is ‘wow’, stacked with personal cool plus a little vocabulary and piercing. I was confused, how could he be my papa?

TRIIIG!!

The house phone that is often heard making a sound at the end of the dining room wall. Initiating, one of the aunts picked her up. A friendly but polite greeting was chanted by the aunt.

“Master, this is from Mr. Dito. Said he wanted a consultation.” The maid's aunt called Rizki while carrying a raised house phone.

Rizki. Someone across the phone. His body lifted from his seat. His steps went as if he wanted to leave. Loh papa! Don't stay in this baby chair! Not delicious!

“Pappa!” seruku raised my hand towards him giving the code want to be lifted.

He was still focusing himself on the phone with his gaze back at me. Keep the phone away and get closer. His deft hand lifted me only with his free right hand. The big step took us to the living room with a comfortable sofa.

I was sitting around a toy that was still a mess. Rizki seemed to be hanging herself on the dark gray sofa.

These toys are boring. No more new activities are thought of with these items. Hah.. I need a playmate! Bored of it! With a body like this I'm just like this ugly robot toy. Battery out!

Ah, I'm just gonna practice. The more it moves, the lighter and more agile my body will be. Maybe I could walk faster.

I thought I'd be fast approaching Rizki. Rizki's talk continues to echo in the room. Make it my guide when I can't raise my eyes. A movement that can speed like a professional racer approaches the tip of his foot.

Trying to understand how the path of a crab works. I chose to walk along the length of the sofa.

Understand what I'm doing Rizki alerted her position. Stretched his hands behind my body, ready to catch me if I fall. Duh. Good her. He was watching me in the middle of a serious conversation with who it was.

It is good to be able to focus on training without fear.

“Rasyi~”

I was silent, frozen like a statue. I think I'm fit to be a real model for a painting class. Ira was hiding behind the arm of the sofa beside me. That's not hiding!

“Ciluk~” said.

I am so impressed with this aunt. He can act like a child who has not been well-off. Even though at the age of only two years older than the Sekar, 27 years. He should be focused on finding a partner.

I approached the end of the sofa assisted by Rizki who was still busy. Kuputari sofa with small footsteps that still have to hold tightly with Rizki's hands.

Suddenly Ira hugged me. It seems like my charm managed to lure his anxiety parameters up to the highest limit. The parameters are always that high. Thankfully we did not meet every day. Otherwise, I think I've been sick with early scoliosis.

Ira let go of his embrace and picked up a toy nearby. I think today the project was a success. He always comes here when the job's done. I don't mind Sih~ Anyway I need a playmate.

It's been two months since I rarely met Ira ‘ and friends’. I'm familiar with papa. Papa also felt there was no need for them to be home. Whereas as long as I'm only with papa, this house is eleven twelve with a haunted house.

How else would you like? I am Rizki's responsibility. Sari and Hendra already have Fares they have to bear. Fares started attending kindergarten three months ago. Ira also has no obligation to take care of me.

“What business are you doing here?” Rizki looks finished with her phone.

“I want to relieve stress. Rasyi is so sweet. Iki is also wrong~ Make a child kok adorable once~” Ira babble while grabbing my hand and hanging it slowly.

Am I a modern massage tool that can be for relaxation? Hey, I'm a baby! Not things!

Rizki just kept quiet with an expression like she was facing a strange person. I can't blame him this time. His dramatizing attitude occasionally also gave me a tingle of my own. Yeah, I can't argue that I can dramatize too, but Ira is on another level.

Ira's sour face showed clearly her immense dissatisfaction. He must have been upset to the point of hearing his long explanation just answered like that. I'm sorry Ira, I don't know what to react to either.

Ira smiled again as if not giving up, “by the way, Rasyi soon birthday~ Yes, right?”

Hm? Oh yea. I've been eleven months. In less than four weeks I've been officially one year. Baby time passes very fast ya~ Maybe because I mostly sleep?

“His birthday party plan how?” ask Ira.

“No need.” replied Rizki.

Somehow, but I've very much expected him to answer so. My daily habit of getting used to him is going too well.

“Hah? Wh why? Celebrated dong~ First birthday it's special~”

“Rasyi is not you.”

It felt faintly heard the sound of hissing like a snake from Ira's mouth. I-i know. That guy's annoying.

Giving up on my beloved aunt Ira, she couldn't possibly bother herself with an event at her house. Having a lot of money does not cover laziness.

I don't care about the show either. Except for her birthday cake, I'd like to.

I bent my neck curious about that cold papa face. Rizki looked at me stare. For a moment our eyes were fixed on each other. It felt like he was reading lines on my face.

Could he have bought me a big chocolate cake by just pointing my eyes at him like this?

He sighed, “ alright. We celebrate.”

Heh?

“Ye!” exciting Ira.

“You take care of it. Don't be expensive.” Said papa.

“Just leave it to me~” Ira sounds so excited.

... What just happened?